1. Best Way to Eat Blackberry Preserves


    Date: 5/1/2017, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Hardcore, Male / Older Female, Oral Sex, Romance, Author: Don'sdick, Rating: 87.5, Source: sexstories.com

    The Best Way to Eat Blackberry Preserves The picture Alan posted on Facebook was a large, blue, Corning Ware bowl… heaped with some of the biggest, beautiful blackberries I’d ever seen. After several comments by people who wanted the berries, without having to pick them off their thorny vines, I sent my former student a private message, “Alan, I would love to have some of those berries. I would be willing to pick all I can, and only take a third of what I pick. In fact, I would also be willing to cook up your share, into preserves, cobbler or whatever you like.” “Wow, Ms. Parker, that sounds A-W-E-S-O-M-E! I received a grant to improve my fruit orchards and these blackberries are a result of an organic fertilizer I developed. I have about six times as many as last year’s crop, and they’re even more flavorful. I’d love for you to see my place and maybe give me some ideas. When would you like to come?” “I’m off this Friday and through the weekend. Do you have an extra bedroom? I also fix an unbelievably good omelet for breakfast.” “It’s just me and my ol’ dog and he stays outside most of the time. I have three bedrooms, so you can use ‘up to’ two of them, if you’d like.” “That made me chuckle. One will be plenty; how do I get to your place?” Alan gave me directions and assured me it was easy to find. I stopped by the Garden Gods Nursery and picked up a couple pairs of thin, but tough, leather gloves with forearm protection. Next, I picked up four dozen pint jars, pectin, and ...
    twenty pounds of sugar. On Thursday, after work, I hit the supermarket for cheeses, ham, smoked sausage and mushrooms. Alan had told me that he had onions and tomatoes from his garden. His hens had supplied plenty of eggs, too. I stopped my Tahoe beside the carport. His pickup was parked in front of it and, when I stepped out, I was amazed to see the reason why. There were tables and racks of vegetables, early peaches, blackberries and tomatoes. Beautiful bunches of onions hung from the rafters on twine. The young man that came through the door, leading from the house, was very different from the one I remembered. The thin boy with a face full of pimples had been replaced by a man… a damn good looking man, too. The first thing I noticed was his broad chest and muscled arms. That, probably, would NOT have been the first thing, if he’d been wearing a shirt. I was eleven years older than Alan, but when I saw his bare torso, a tingle woke up my pussy. “Well, hello. You’ve grown a little and filled out since you graduated. That was, what? Three years ago?” “Four. I got my bachelor’s degree a couple months ago… Horticulture… I had this grant and two others before I started my senior year. “Here, let me get this stuff. The kitchen is just inside that door.” I watch his biceps pop out when he picked up the sacks and head for the door. What in the fuck was wrong with me? I couldn’t take my eyes off his ass, inside those tight jeans. For a second… or two… I wondered how big Alan’s cock ...
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